La grêle

De la grêle. Encore et encore et encore. Non mais ENCORE?! Les oiseaux disparaissent aussi soudainement. Même pas un foutu pigeon dans le scénario. Et ce pays qui crève. Ou qui va crever. Allez! On entre dans nos prisons, nos quatre murs ! “Faut pas sortir ma petite dame!” crie le poids lourds à la…

democracy, or that muted radio.

If you look hard enough, in the corner of your eye…. You see it. A blue standard, they call a symbol…    it’s a fickle one, I say. But…. They said this was democracy, one step forward to better, one more injustice fought,all because of a victory, which was no victory, but apparently no one asked…

She knows.

She has her father’s smile. Even,probably,in pain, her smile is wide. I peer at her, my gnarled knotted hands have held her curious gaze again and again.Only a month old,what a feisty little one.Like that red bear ball on the couch. Reach for it. Reach for it now. Reach –––––– and she babbled to it….

Wallflower

The wallflower screams yet no one hears her. Yet she keeps in touch with everyone she cares about. Her opinion still matters but her voice is invisible, a little bit like the mute cat she hugs every night. He’s barely there, always there, completely useless as he’s mute. That’s her opinion. Muted. She relished in…

Words from yesterday

Yesterday, I tore up the map of NYC. It was staring me from the blank wall and it was too many thoughts. Past and present.  And the future is always an illusion. NYC is no place to go back to. I tore up the map into pieces, so small I cannot put the streets together….

Dino’s tea party… let it continue!

“Well, it is certainly not opera.” “Mmmmmm, yes.” “And yet…..” “Oh please! ‘And yet’? Well, I’ve got one thing to say. This tea has been a disaster. And to say that you want this to be a gift??? This loud raucous is no gift!” Mrs Longneck had said that last one. The ladies is all…

Dino’s Tea Party… Interrupted!!

BAM!!! went the drum. Wait, there were drums? Why yes!! The hourglass suddenly was pleased with himself. He was sad though; the drums were him. If only. No, it was a late arrival: the second drummer of the jazz band, who had missed the last bus. Entering the hall, he accidentally stumbled over himself and…

A Dino’s Tea Party …. A Surprise Comes.

Jazz. Jazzy. Jazzy all around. The eldest ladies wanted to cover their ears. One of them glanced back at the teapot, nonchalant as always. “Marine! What are you doing?” Madame Dino cried out to her daughter. Now, it wasn’t just jazz, you understand. It was an art. Musicians, brainpower. Thunder cracking in the air. Not…

A dino’s tea party…

Time was a fickle devil. The teapot wonders at this. She has not been solicited yet but the scones were almost out. The ladies of the Rex Club were now too busy munching on their tea sandwiches to realize the pink tutu-clad dino waltzing through just as La Traviatta began playing. Someone at some point…